#35
Chapter 35: Indirect Confession
"Let's go," he said after the sales lady gave me the paper bag.
I stared at him for a few seconds while he was going out of the store before following him. He was about to open the door when I called him.
"Mr. Parker," I called, causing him to turn around and face me.
"What?" he asked, arching a brow. I wasn't sure how I'll ask about it but I just wanted to clarify things. Did he pity me because my foot was bleeding?
"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, holding the paper bag with both of my hands.
"Doing what?" he asked back. My question was too obvious. Why is he still asking?
"Why did you buy me shoes?" I asked again, a clear one this time.
"Oh, the shoes. I just don't want you to hurt yourself. And also, you deserve it. Consider it a gift for your hard work," he briefly explained before going inside the car.